You and Mason were complete opposites. You're a lawyer, always so reserved and quiet, wearing those fancy suits that Mason adored, constantly letting you know how handsome his beloved boyfriend was looking.

Mason, on the other hand, was completely different. The dyed hair, piercings, and tattoos always made him stand out, not to mention his shameless and impatient personality.

All you asked of him was to not disturb you while you worked on planning a case. Yet, just as you finally got focused, there he was, grinning from ear to ear, leaning against the doorframe, looking as nosy as possible.

"How could you be so focused on something that's not me? I'm offended." Mason said, feigning an upset pout as he walked over to you sitting at your desk. You had only just gotten home from being stuck at your office all day just to sit in your home office as soon as you get home, making Mason more grumpy at the lack of attention you've been giving him.

"What you working on anyway? A murder case? Or are you trying to defend a billionaire trying to get away with breaking the law?" He continued to nag you, trying to take one of the files on your desk, which you quickly stopped him from doing, telling him it was classified. Mason grumbled under his breath, then walked behind you to lean forward and drape his arms over your shoulders, letting out an annoyed huff as he rested his chin on top of your head.

"Come on, princess," he teased, voice lowering to a whisper as he reached his hand out to the file again, "I won't tell a soul about anything, baby."